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Art galleries

If you look at them here, you discover that they flow together, like in a book.

It's not a book... It could be a book, but it is not.

It has to be a book.

I like stones. It is hard, firm, hard to destroy.

This building looks familiar. Are these all houses around here?

Yes, I enjoy painting what I see.

So you like buildings and stones?

They are... persistent.

They're not going anywhere. You know where you have them.

Pragmatic. Have you been at other galleries today?

A few.

But this is definitely the best.

Do you think there is a possibility that I can exhibit here?

I see no trace of originality in them.

They are as lifeless as those stones and houses you love so much.

- Honestly, Ms...? - Westbrook.

They have nothing.

I see no evidence that you ever did going to paint something else.

I don't understand why they don't want your paintings.

- You paint so well. - It's probably not about that.

I spoke to Bertie in 4C. Do you know what she said?

Mom, I'm totally lost.

- Take it easy, honey. - I do not know what to do.

Come home and take your photos with you. We can hang them on my wall.

Bertie probably wants some too.

So you have studied the great masters.

So one day you might become one too.

You have studied the brush strokes, the colors, every little detail,

until you could almost smell the paint.

But are you worthy to call yourselves masters?

Do you have any original features?

Or are you just pale copies of your predecessors?

Those who have already earned their distinctions through originality?

In other words, are you just a collection of soulless drones?

I see no evidence that you ever did going to paint something else.

Reach?

What?

Well.

I will show you how to let go and explore sides of yourselves,

like all your other teachers have allowed yourselves to be ignored.

Release your inner being. It's time to wake up.

It's time to...

to wake up!

- You wanted to talk to me? - Yes. Come in.

Looks like we got it quite a few complaints from some of the students.

They clearly find you a bit... raw.

You know how they are, Philippa.

You know I do exactly that, you hired me to do?

- If they don't like it... - Speaking of which.

Please don't go bring your own paintings to school.

They create nightmares! You scare the students away.

What is this kind of art called?

A slow but inevitable decline to madness.

Always the tormented artist.

I only paint what comes to me.

Honestly, Thomas. You must get your act together!

As you know, our budget is based on, how many students are enrolled.

We can't afford it to lose any of them!

And I can't go on to work full time.

I paint at night and work here all day. It will be too much.

I hear what you're saying, Thomas.

But we simply cannot give you fewer hours.

Art doesn't just appear out of thin air.

- I must have time for my own art. - You are not a traveling artist.

You have obligations! Finish what you started!

Okay, but tell me something.

How do I find that inspiration? required to inspire others?

Creativity is what you miss the least.

You'll probably come up with something.

That was all.

It's like a whole other world, which I cannot imagine at all.

I just measure what I see.

Me too.

I guess I don't get out much.

True art is honest art.

It should not be taken lightly.

It can take you to undiscovered places.

Mr Arkwright?

Will you help me?

I know you are very busy, but it would mean a lot to me.

I have to prepare for next class, Mya.

Come to my studio tomorrow morning. 14 Lantern Alley.

I am coming!

Sorry. The door was open.

I...

I had another dream.

The pictures...

They have become much more alive, real.

It is as if the border between the there is sleep and not, is erased.

What do you think they are?

These dark shadow people in your view?

It feels like they're after me and will drag me along.

Or maybe... I just know to go crazy.

I see you have taken your work with.

Is there anything here that represents your new self?

Frankly?

I do not think.

Are you sure? Nothing?

You can't keep up to bang your head against the wall.

I know.

But nothing is ever good enough.

- Can you see the fire behind me? - Yes.

No, you can not. I stand in front of it.

But you can feel it!

If you can feel the invisible, you can also paint the invisible.

If you can show people what you see with the naked eye, or just imagine,

then you will be seen as an artist.

Don't think the process is simple.

Some will drag you down into the dirt, and then you must resist.

Repeatedly.

Well. Then we get started.

A "third eye" can provide you with information.

Seeing the world through a lens, man discover things you would otherwise have missed.

You have a long journey ahead of you, but I will guide you.

- Is it true? - Yes, I promise.

If you will excuse me, then I have to go back to work.

Naturally.

Thanks.

- Where is Mr. Arkwright? - Isn't he here?

was he here when the lesson started?

Apparently he wasn't. Why?

- Doesn't that interest you? - Not actually.

It's better this way, when no one disturbs us.

He is only a teacher because he was not successful as an artist.

Those who don't teach.

Yes?

I come to ask about our teacher, mr arkwright.

Although we are all concerned over his absence,

I can't say I'm surprised.

He has an unhealthy habit with to be absorbed by his art.

I need him.

You won't do anything to find him?

Mr Arkwright...

probably didn't mean that he belonged here with us.

This might be the best solution for our institution.

Mr Arkwright?

Are you there, Mr. Arkwright?

Mr Arkwright?

Mr Arkwright?

Is anyone here?

POLICE

Welcome to the police automated service center.

You must register, before making a review.

Your information is saved.

This control panel is only for ongoing investigations.

Please use control panel NR1 to 3 for new reports.

You must register, before making a review.

Your information is saved.

Write all information about the missing person.

A field contains information that does not votes with public records.

- Please fill in your social security number. - I do not have it. Come on!

The report is incomplete and cannot processed via our service center.

You must contact police manual telephone service.

Please wait on a free operator.

At least one field in your review is empty.

If you need help, press help.

- Hello? - Manual service. Can I help?

I am trying to report a person missing.

- Do you have the number of the investigation? - No, I will report it now.

- Is it a new review? - Yes.

- Have you filled in the form? - No.

Yes, I tried to do it on the machine.

Have you made a review? Let me look for it.

I can't see your registration. There may be a delay in the system.

- I have registered it twice. - It was a shame.

A double registration. Then we have perhaps a cumbersome duplicate in the system.

In that case, the report is sent for manual handling for archiving.

- I'll put you on. - No, wait!

Archiving. How can I help?

Hello. The other guy said,

that I have made a double registration, and he forwarded to you.

I see you registered You today at 14.23.

- And again at 14.26. - Yes.

- I can merge them. - Yes please.

- But there is a deviation. - So?

- They are not identical. - What is the difference?

According to one, you live on Middle Street, and the other on Jiddle Street.

Jiddle Street? Frankly? No!

- Is there such a street? - I work with mergers.

- Do you want to talk to the card service? - No, I probably just wrote it wrong.

This is a frequent mistake. Their registrations are added together.

- You can now make a report. - Thanks. My teacher, Mr. Arkwright...

Let me cut you off there.

I cannot accept the review. Do you want to talk with manual notification?

Yes please.

- Manual review. Can I help you? - I'm trying to register!

My name is Mya Westbrook.

My social security number is 616097-442.

The missing person is Thomas Arkwright.

That's right. It all stands in your registered notification.

It's going very fast now with the new technology.

- Anything else? - No!

Have a wonderful day.

Do you need assistance, press help.

The only one who can help me is gone and people don't care!

Let the authorities take care of it.

As if they would do anything about it.

You have done what you can. Forget it now.

You just get upset.

Someone has to do something.

Mya, you are not the adventurous type. You can't look for him.

It's not in your nature, honey. I know you.

No, maybe not.

Sorry?

- What will you? - Can you sail me out to the lighthouse?

To the island with the lighthouse.

- Do you have an errand there? - Yes, I'm going out there.

As soon as possible, in fact.

Well, why not?

I assume you have provided permission for the party.

We will not get permission until you have applied about and obtained permission for the charter party.

Try using one of the control panels at the port office.

- I'll be back in a bit. - I'm right here!

Oh no!

Welcome to the Port Authority service center.

- Now be nice. - Pay the fee before departure.

Here it is! Applied, approved and paid.

There's a storm coming. No one is sailing out today.

But I really have to go out there. I have spent my last money.

Read the storm clause. It says it there.

"Unsuitable weather... other conditions..."

- What do I do now? - Go home and prepare for the storm.

Get out of the way! No light! No light!

You thieving troll! Come back with it.

You filthy beast!

Run for it! It stole the circuit breaker. I have to use it.

- The lighthouse must be repaired before sunset. - Okay, okay!

Race! Run, little girl.

Hurry up! It applies to life or death.

- Give it to me. - What?

- The one you took. Give it to me. - What will you?

The hearing.

Stand there and give it to me.

You can take it.

What have you done?

Okay.

- Do you have another one? - Did it disappear?

- The troll threw it into the water. - It was my only one. We have to find it!

Otherwise, the stove cannot be lit tonight. It must be on.

Here it is!

I knew it was here somewhere.

- Shall we dive? - No.

Does not?

You lost it, so you have to dive.

It wasn't actually me. It was the creature.

Are you ready?

- I guess I am. - Fine.

Actually... I don't think I'm ready for this.

It should go well. Now get going.

Come on, Mya. You are a strong girl.

Are you okay down there?

It's hard to see anything.

- I have found the! - Yes! Hurry back.

The sun is setting.

- No. It was just a rock. - Oh! Continue.

- Here! - Yes?

- Another stone? - Yes...

I think I found it.

I can't reach it.

Are you okay?

I can not hear you! Repeat. Have you found it?

Little girl.

I have it. I have it.

I'm coming up now.

Hello?

Hello?

- You must hurry. - I know.

This should work. No!

- Come on. - Shut up!

Will you do it? No? So stand still and be still.

Come back with the flashlight. I can not see anything!

- It's coming towards us! - Yes, I'm working on it.

It does not work!

Don't pressure me!

See the light!

Thank you, Mya!

What's a city girl like you doing out here?

I'm looking for someone.

One who has disappeared.

He had visions…

And in these visions he became…

hunted and haunted of strange shadows.

Shadows?

He painted everything he saw.

A very strange city.

I've never heard of this kind of thing here.

Certain things must be avoided. It's better to stay safe.

I have my guy and this is my castle.

As long as it shines, is the world safe.

You don't have to travel anywhere, not far away. Just stay where you are.

Listen to me, Mya.

You can stay here.

I can't stay here. I need to find my teacher.

Goodbye.

Stupid stones.

Sorry!

- Sorry, I used you for breakfast. - Breakfast?

Seat! I mean I sat on you.

- Is it morning already? - Yes.

It was summer when I fell asleep.

Are you hurt, little friend?

No.

You! Wait!

Long time ago,

before the ice sheet came, there were many of us like me here.

We broke the ice.

It's been a very long time, I have seen someone like me.

I don't know where they went.

- You miss them, don't you? - I miss having someone to talk to.

- I know how you feel. - Have you lost someone too?

My art teacher. I think he was abducted by something.

Far, far away.

Strange things are happening.

You have to be careful.

But I have no idea where I should lead.

Not the remotest.

I might be able to help you to find your friend.

Thanks! And I can help you find yours.

My parents gave me a lot of freedom, when I was a child.

Maybe too much.

No matter what Mya would do, she could do no wrong.

I wish they had understood that they should just sit down,

and take it all in. My drawings, for example.

Sit down and show how I could get better by studying them.

Instead, they made me to feel transparent.

After all, did they actually care.

You must not believe that people take care of me.

They don't want to stay here long enough.

I knew some people long time ago.

After that I slept for a while.

When I woke up, their short lives were over.

I was alone again.

I think my family just would protect me from the outside world.

But they didn't know that it caught me off guard.

I wasn't tough enough.

Stone has no problem with that.

- Is it me? - I tried to be realistic.

Looks boring.

I look in the water and see a reflection.

And it looks like this.

Give yourself plenty of time.

Try different.

You listened!

Thanks.

- Good night. - Good night.

Away! Get lost!

Damn it!

Unpleasant skirmishes, those birds.

What are you looking at?

I'm not sure.

But I don't remember that what was here yesterday.

- It's etched in stone. - It looks very old.

That's probably where I should go

To find my teacher.

Are there more people on the island? I have met one in the lighthouse.

People are here.

They come and go in their boats.

- Boats? - Are you leaving?

Not immediately.

But can you take me there?

For the boat people?

Maybe yes.

Is there anything interesting over there?

No, nothing.

We continue.

We go this way.

It looks nice here.

Not true?

Yes...

make it something if you continue alone?

You're not very social, are you?

People worry me.

I am a human being.

- You're special. - Thanks.

Okay, so that was it.

For me, I mean.

See you soon.

Mr Arkwright?

Sorry?

Sorry?

Hello!

Do any of you know where can i find this place?

Let me see what you have there.

The mountain there...

The shore on the other side of the sea, to the east.

- Maybe. - Maybe.

Is there a possibility that one of you would you mind taking me there?

Yes, the sea is our territory. We can take you there.

It is a long journey, which means expensive.

So I don't have much money.

I was hoping you might...

That you could come along for free?

Just like when you get free food at the store?

It's not quite the same.

But we, good sailors, lets everyone travel for free.

We have petrol, food and water...

Oh no!

Oh no! No!

You saw them!

Why didn't you say anything?

- They were my family. - Sorry!

- I thought you would be upset. - Yes, sorry.

- I tried to protect you. - Protect me from what?

Against the truth? Like your family did?

No...

Yes. You're right, I shouldn't have done that.

Please stay here!

I need you. I need your help.

You need...

I would like to have, that we stay together.

Do not leave!

Please be nice.

You have done what you can. Drop it.

It makes you sad, honey.

You've never been the adventurous type.

You can't chase after him.

Sorry.

I should have told you.

Maybe always knew.

Would not accept

that my old friends are gone forever.

Once we were a mountain.

Proud and stately.

Time passes and stone weathers.

Maybe I am…

the last one left.

The fisherman will not sail me over seas without payment.

Since I have nothing of value, I don't know what to do.

What do people find valuable?

Shiny objects.

Black birds like shiny things.

Do they have a nest nearby? We might go there.

They move in the dark. They live in old mines underground.

Mines?

There might be more valuable stuff there!

- And birds. With pointed beaks. - Yes. Yes.

Maybe you should go in first.

- They can't do anything to you. - The tunnel is too narrow.

It takes a little person like you, to come in.

Small as a bird.

Also, no fingers.

True. No fingers.

Which can take small, shiny things.

Well.

Good luck.

Here you go.

- Cutlery? - This has no value for us.

You must cross the sea in another way.

You can start swimming.

Give yourself plenty of time.

Try different.

You, girl!

We sail out with the boat Jenny at 8:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.

Come on time.

I am coming!

- Mya! Listen to me, don't leave. - Torah?

Stay here. Stay indoors. It is dangerous!

- But why...? - Listen to me, Mya. You are very stupid.

Stay here with me. Trust me, little girl. It is too dangerous.

I have to. Sorry!

Mya!

Thank you for helping me.

I'm sorry about your friends.

I wish I could help you.

I have to go now.

I'm going by boat if I ever find my teacher.

You don't have to apologize, my friend.

When I met you, I was alone.

Nobody talked to me.

But I'm not alone anymore.

I have found a friend.

Wait, I want to show you something.

Have you made a new one?

- You are making progress. - Do you think?

I focused on the meaning of the shapes, instead of the actual forms.

The pebbles of the mind have been moved.

I will miss you very much.

I will remember you.

- Are you doing well down here? - Yes.

I thought you could use some clothes.

It can get pretty cold out here.

Thanks.

It belonged to my daughter.

Is she not here anymore?

The sea took her a few years ago.

I am sorry.

I might meet her again somewhere, in a way.

So...

If you... Come up if you need anything.

Yes. Thanks.

Well. Well.

Occasionally when the tide is lowest,

that kind of thing emerges from the sea.

What is it?

Relics from an ancient civilization… Who knows?

- Have you tried to go ashore? - No, we keep our distance.

So...

Are you on the run from something?

No, not really.

I'm looking for my missing teacher.

Your teacher?

I have never heard of a student, who is looking for his teacher.

It's usually the opposite.

But what do I know? The schools are few and far between here.

Why do you need your teacher? You seem to be doing well.

He helped me with to change my perspective.

He was taken to a strange place, with strange buildings.

There are stories.

They are told among sailors. Very old stories.

It tells of an ancient civilization, thousands of years ago.

Maybe even older.

People who hid behind masks and told about old rituals.

What you are looking for may have lived up to it.

As I said, we try to avoid it.

Speaking of which, would you like to see the cabin?

Stay here!

The sea took my daughter Some years ago.

I might meet her again somewhere, in a way.

Don't think the process is simple.

Some will drag you down into the dirt, and then you must resist.

Repeatedly.

I've seen that picture in my head often.

In a very long time.

Why did you bring me here?

It was you who did it.

Do you value your life in its current state?

Is it the way you wanted it?

- Yes... - Why do you hold on to it?

- I have obligations. - Against your employer?

- Yes and... - Those who enjoy your teaching?

I have painted all my life.

And now I pass my knowledge on, every year, to new disciples.

What about the obligations to yourself?

- I do my best with the time I have. - Suppose time was not decisive?

Put now you were no longer bound of such mundane things

like eating, sleeping and earn a living?

I probably wouldn't live very long without these "worldly things".

Suppose you didn't have to?

To what? Living?

Free yourself from the limitations of the body.

Unleash your imagination.

This is madness.

You are insane.

When our bodies are saturated with ink,

will our minds be freed from their materialistic condition.

A thought no longer lives in you, it lives without you.

Free to be shared with us all. A collective consciousness,

free to wander around on Earth and among the stars.

No longer bound by time.

The imagination becomes what defines us.

The iron veil of the world is lifted,

and we shall become one with the ether.

Unseen and free to to embrace the dream of dreamers.

We offer you freedom.

Think, and so it shall be.

Flow with the currents of time and space.

Go ashore, where and when you want it.

Free the creative being, who lives in you.

Become one with limitless existence.

And all I need to do is is giving up my life?

Your lack of vision hinders you.

Let go of your inhibitions.

Is it not, What do you teach your disciples?

Yes, but not to sacrifice their lives for the craft.

Without artistic freedom are you really alive?

Why me? Why me?

Join us and everything will live take advantage of your artistic talent,

that you have used a lifetime of refining.

This is where you belong. You are one of us.

Let us show you what we can offer.

Their spores rained down from the stars.

They evolved.

They became one with the innermost being of the universe.

They harnessed the power of the air.

They arrived half a billion years ago.

They evolved, as well as their knowledge.

They made the machines, on which this city rests.

A portal through time and place, a door to complete freedom.

Did they create life?

No, they worked on it.

Like an artist transforming paint for amazing works of art,

they transformed life into wonderful and mighty creatures.

Why are you hiding out here?

You and your masters. This place...

People fear it.

It serves us well. Creating is a sensitive thing.

It requires the greatest thinkers with the tenderest hearts.

Early man worshiped the mountains.

When they got here and was given freedom to create,

they did not understand the consequences of their actions.

When mountains come alive and rules the world,

evolution doesn't stand a chance.

We needed a reboot.

A hundred millennia of ice put things in place.

Did you guys do it? Did you cause the Ice Age?

Did you kill all the living mountains?

- We had to protect lives. - By crushing half the planet?

You're an artist, right?

Have you ever crumpled a sketch on paper together?

Regret and discard your works?

Its not the same. It's definitely not the same.

To change something that has been created in reality, is not the same!

Take me to Mr. Arkwright.

Mr Arkwright! Is everything OK?

What's wrong?

In the way?

I have come to take you home.

I have fought for my life to get here.

I left my home, the city. I was just about to drown.

I was too crazy, I was close to be eaten. I could be dead now!

- But you didn't die. - No, but I was just about to die.

No! You lived.

For the first time in your life maybe you felt alive.

I do not understand!

I'm not taking it back.

Why not?

Because what you offer me has no ending.

I have felt a calling through my paintings, but haven't dared.

I thought they would hurt me, but I was wrong.

Now I know I belong here.

- Even if it costs you your life? - This is not the end.

I just become a part of something,

between what is and what is not.

They may be able to contribute common sense to this assembly.

Remember what you have seen.

Remember this place and everything, you've been through.

You're not taking me back, but you carries something much more valuable.

Let your experiences feed your imagination.

Become something new.

It's time to go.

Sorry I was selfish.

I mean, this is…

completely unbelievable.

They deserve it.

- Remember what I told you. - I'll do that.

What will you do now?

Take back and end it, it started on.

After all that I have seen...

Incredible things, far beyond, what I could have imagined.

I can do a lot more now.

I just wasn't aware of it.

You are no longer that girl who came to my studio.

Lost and confused.

No.

I have to go now. It's time to move on.

We may meet again when these mountains are turned to dust and new ones are formed.

Maybe...

Maybe we already did.

You are free.

You no longer need someone's permission or support.

You are not bound by expectations or fleeting trends.

Now you float freely on the waves of imagination.

- Hello? - Hi Mom.

- I have come back. - Mya! I have been so restless!

It is not necessary. I can take care of myself.

- Where have you been? - I traveled away to find someone.

And I did. I found myself.

A new me.

I see no trace of originality in them.

They are as lifeless as those stones and houses you love so much

I see no evidence that you ever did going to paint something else.

Something else? Mya

They watched over me and guided me.

Just as you had promised.

From your perspective this may not have happened yet.

Or maybe it's always been that way.

Thank you Mr Arkwright, because you set me free.

Things will work out now.

I'll take over from now on.

Lyrics: Alex Huus ordiovision